A cirrus-splitting sport, a spire aspires
to lance the gallimaufry of the sky.
The broken yolk of breaking day inspires
from checkered cloths, a diasporic sigh.
Amidst such an almighty mise-en-scene,
the thighs are out, crimson, russet, or rose,
their décolletage says amen to men,
their butterfly-lids flutter by, are closed.
Against the episcopal fists of Metz,
with devout disaffection, did we rage,
to blanket grass for coquettes and soubrettes.
Sundial-shadows open up our age,
demarcating with surest argument
leaking stores of celestial repute,
yet without darkened lives we will lament
the leaving of the light we do refute,
and still the sun exists here, every day
baptising with her butter-boiling tongue,
capsizing in her own time, her own way,
and in the morning, risen, seems so young,
without the plots of feminine allure,
composes her toilet, in haste, at dawn
enlightening the bored, and the impure,
and those who come to picnic, or to mourn.
Consumed by the minutiae of events,
a danse macabre goes on merry way,
a seat that stands and never will dissent,
apart from raucous bells on wedding day.
to lance the gallimaufry of the sky.
The broken yolk of breaking day inspires
from checkered cloths, a diasporic sigh.
Amidst such an almighty mise-en-scene,
the thighs are out, crimson, russet, or rose,
their décolletage says amen to men,
their butterfly-lids flutter by, are closed.
Against the episcopal fists of Metz,
with devout disaffection, did we rage,
to blanket grass for coquettes and soubrettes.
Sundial-shadows open up our age,
demarcating with surest argument
leaking stores of celestial repute,
yet without darkened lives we will lament
the leaving of the light we do refute,
and still the sun exists here, every day
baptising with her butter-boiling tongue,
capsizing in her own time, her own way,
and in the morning, risen, seems so young,
without the plots of feminine allure,
composes her toilet, in haste, at dawn
enlightening the bored, and the impure,
and those who come to picnic, or to mourn.
Consumed by the minutiae of events,
a danse macabre goes on merry way,
a seat that stands and never will dissent,
apart from raucous bells on wedding day.